Chapter 173 A full glass of water is no different

An Pingzhi said to Leng Xuanrong with a shallow smile, "That He Ruiping is really not in my heart, but I still want to marry her. This is a helpless thing, but I can't think of any reason for the cold girl to add a little more helplessness.

Leng Xuanrong sighed in her heart that she didn't expect the eldest son's mind to be so slender. It seemed that he had seen through the things he had done before.

"Is it for He Lijing?" An Pingzhi asked softly, "I heard that he provoked the king Xiaohan."

Leng Xuanrong saw that An Pingzhi didn't seem to give up without asking anything, so she had to say to him, "I don't know whether Lord He provoked King Xiaohan. The reason why I did this was that He Ruiping had some resentment with me."

"Is there a grudge?" An Pingzhi seems to be more interested.

Leng Xuanrong had to tell An Pingzhi about the friction between her and Zeng Yanliang and He Ruiping in front of Chenggui Buzhuang when she first arrived in Wuming County.

"So, is it because He Ruiping robbed the cloth you wanted to buy for Mr. Zeng, so she left this resentment?" An Pingzhi shook his head with a smile after hearing this.

"The eldest son may think that a piece of cloth is just a trivial matter, but that piece of cloth ruined Brother Yan Liang's expectation. I won't forgive He Ruiping easily." Leng Xuanrong tried to grit her teeth when she said this, "What's more, she picked up all the things that happened later."

"Hahaha..." An Pingzhi laughed happily after listening to Leng Xuanrong's words.

"There is revenge and complaints. Leng girl, this is really a happy way to live. An is really admired. Hahaha..."

Leng Xuanrong felt a little puzzled, "Isn't Mr. An angry with me?"

Anping smiled enough and shook his head, "You are doing what you want to do, and the result of the matter has no impact on me. Why am I angry with you? However, if He Ruiping provokes you again next time, you don't have to work so hard. Just come and tell me directly.

Leng Xuanrong didn't expect An Pingzhi to say this. What does this mean? What can I do if I tell you?

Leng Xuanrong sighed and whispered, "If it doesn't affect the eldest son, then I did those things before in vain. I thought that after those things, the eldest son would see what kind of woman He Ruiping was. I thought you would hate her.

"I didn't like her before, and I probably know what kind of woman she is." An Pingzhi looked at Leng Xuanrong and whispered, "A glass of water is no different."

Leng Xuanrong has only had such a feeling now. If she could have more contact with this eldest son in her previous life, maybe she really doesn't have to do those things before. But it's not full of water, and only the eldest son himself knows whether adding more is the same or not. Leng Xuanrong believes that things will prove it in the future.

"Why hasn't Miss Leng and Mr. Zeng married yet?" An Pingzhi asked again.

Speaking of this topic, Leng Xuanrong became a little embarrassed. But on the road this night, in the carriage, she and An Pingzhi were more like friends who could talk around the stove, and the uneasiness in Leng Xuanrong's heart seemed to be able to send a lot by talking.

"Maybe the time has not come, maybe it's still not over..." Leng Xuanrong sighed, "The marriage is determined by heaven..."

"In this way, Miss Leng still doesn't know whether the marriage given to you by God is with Mr. Zeng?" After saying this, An Pingzhi approached Leng Xuanrong and asked softly, "If God gives Leng girl another bosom friend, what about Leng girl?"

The charcoal was full of fire, reflecting the faces of the two of them. An Pingzhi and Leng Xuanrong were almost together, and Leng Xuanrong could even feel the breath he exhaled when he spoke.

An Pingzhi's white eyebrows and white hair seem to be mixed in a demonic atmosphere, and his eyes seem to be able to suck people in.

Leng Xuanrong was a little stunned. I don't know how long it took for her to recover.

The atmosphere is so awkward, but An Pingzhi's eyes remain unchanged. He was waiting for an answer and didn't look like giving up at all.

Leng Xuanrong frowned slightly and replied in a low voice, "If God has mercy, you can hear what's going on in Xuanrong."

An Pingzhi sighed when he heard the words.

After a long time, An Pingzhi suddenly opened his mouth and asked Leng Xuanrong, "Has Miss Xuanrong ever been to the imperial city?"

This topic seemed to dilute the awkward atmosphere in the carriage. Leng Xuanrong immediately responded, "I lived with my parents in the imperial city for a period of time."

At that time, Leng Xuanrong's father, Leng Chengqi, was a four-grade servant in the court, and Leng Xuanrong was also a daughter in Leng's house. She only reads and plays at home all day and is carefree. But these memories seem to be a little out of reach for Leng Xuanrong now. Now her impression of the imperial city is nothing but the night of snow killing.

However, An Pingzhi seemed to be very interested in Leng Xuanrong's previous life. He asked a few more questions, and then told Leng Xuanrong, "If Miss Xuanrong has a chance to go to the imperial city in the future, she must come to me. How about I take you to visit some of the most famous musicians in the imperial city?

Leng Xuanrong nodded and answered, but thought to herself, when she comes to the imperial city in the future, maybe there will be another killing. At that time, will the eldest son still be in the mood to take her to the musician? At that time, what will happen to this eldest son...

There is a long way to go, and a line of carriages and horses are in a hurry.

In the imperial city, a quaint mansion is still lit by candlelight. In a boudoir in the inner house, a woman with long black hair, wearing a tulle, sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at the letters in her hand. The lines of powerful small characters on the letter paper were written unrestrained and neatly. Looking at the letter, it was as if he saw the person writing the letter. His face came to the woman's mind. The woman couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth and two small dimples on her cheeks. The woman's smile was as beautiful as peach blossoms. This letter was read repeatedly by her several times, and then she divided the letter paper in her hand into two parts. Many of them were carefully received by her in the red sandalwood jewelry box. The remaining two pieces of paper were folded back by her and handed over to the little maid beside her. She whispered to her, "Let someone send it to Xiaohan Palace overnight. Remember, Give it to the young master.

The little maid cautiously took the letter paper and turned out of the room. She trotted all the way to the outer courtyard and found a room to gently knock on the door. A young man in a short shirt opened the door. When he saw the little maid, he smiled and said, "The prince has told me that if the third lady sends someone to find the young master again, he will devour the young master alive."

The little maid shook her head with a smile and shook the letter in her hand, "Miss San is going to send a letter to the young master this time, and she told her to hand it to the young master in person. If you mess up this matter again, let's see if Miss San will skin you.

The little maid laughed and gloated, and the young man who opened the door had no choice but to put the letter in his arms, returned to close the door, and left the big house from the corner door.

When the young man came to Xiaohan's palace, the family who opened the door for him couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Dou can't go back. I think it's better to go back and persuade Miss Dou San not to make it difficult for you, a errand man."

"What do you know? I'm not here to find the young master to go back today. I'm here to deliver the letter today. The young man raised his head and swaggered into the Xiaohan Palace.

Dou Haowei took the letter from the young man with a bitter face, sighed and asked, "Did the third sister ask me again?"

"No." The answer was straightforward and loud.

Then there was deafening laughter in the inner room.

Dou Haowei sent away his own family, turned around and walked to the inner room with the letter. He looked at Du Yilin, who was sitting at his desk laughing and kept writing something, and said angrily, "Your Majesty, how long will you hold me here?"

Du Yilin didn't look up and stopped laughing and said to Dou Haowei, " Haowei, just stay here at ease. Don't you see it? Even Miss Dou San, who loves you the most, has given up the idea of letting you go back, and you should almost give up yourself. What do you want in my palace? Why don't you do it?"

"No! I don't want to!" Dou Haowei sat down in the chair next to him with a miserable face and muttered, "Since I returned to the imperial city, I haven't returned to the imperial palace several times. Father and grandpa don't send someone to save me. Now even the third sister doesn't help me figure it out..."

"Save you?" Du Yilin suddenly stopped writing and looked up at Dou Haowei, as if asking blankly, "Haowei, you haven't been jailed or kidnapped. Why did they come to save you?"

Dou Haowei stared at Du Yilin fiercely and muttered, "What's the difference between me being tied to you all day and going to prison? You're not as good as those kidnapping mountain thieves!"

Du Yilin laughed again and then lowered his head to write his words.

Dou Haowei unfolded the two letter papers in his hand. Looking carefully through the candlelight, he couldn't help frowning.

"Your Majesty, General Gu has received a letter."

When Du Yilin heard Dou Haowei's words, he also raised his head again, "General Gu? Qilin Camp Valley Zhiyi?"

Dou Haowei nodded, took the letter and walked to Du Yilin and put the letter in front of him.

Du Yilin read this letter and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Your Majesty, Wuming County, I'm afraid there will be a change..."

Dou Haowei whispered.

Du Yilin also frowned. But after a while, his expression relaxed again. He looked up at Dou Haowei and smiled, "Howei, I really want to thank my third sister. Without her, we can't know the movement of the Kirin Camp."

Dou Haowei stared at Du Yilin and said in a low voice, "Don't speak ill of my third sister!"

Du Yilin sneered, reached out and nodded the letter on the table, and whispered, "The changes here are not feared compared with those in the imperial city, because we still put a chess piece there."